Chapter 178: The Gu Master Who Cultivated the Young Hero
In the spacious and elegant inn room, 01 looked at the mission object that was partially blurred out and was silent for a while.
It asked timidly: [Host, what are you laughing at? 】
It looks scary.
Lin Zhi: [Nothing, go and have fun. 】
Children should stay out of adult gatherings.
Because Qi He couldn't see, the smile on Lin Zhi's face was bigger than before, but no sound was made. No matter how sensitive Qi He was to scent, he couldn't detect his emotions.
Lin Zhi's sleepiness was awakened by Qi He's first words. After realizing what Qi He meant, she couldn't help laughing.
This is not ridicule or joking, but the joy and appreciation of seeing the child that one has raised has the same style as oneself.
Lin Zhi was a little surprised at Qi He's forbearance. After all, in the past three years, Qi He had never openly expressed any desire or love to him, like a good disciple who was wholeheartedly devoted to repaying his master.
Of course, Lin Zhi did not expose those things that could not be hidden in his eyes and face. Without his consent, Qi He would not be able to get so close to him.
But what happened today, this timing, this temptation that sounded like a request for help, was beyond Lin Zhi's expectations.
Lin Zhi deduced according to his own logic and knew that Qi He couldn't help himself. This was just part of his plan, or some kind of signal.
To be honest, Lin Zhi is not narcissistic. Although he does not think that he is a purely good person, it does not prevent Lin Zhi from approving of his own style of doing things. Therefore, he has some preference for Qi He, who grew up next to him and has a similar style of doing things as him.
But after all, this was a calculation against him, so he should respond well.
"This is my negligence. I don't think I ever taught you this."
Lin Zhi's gaze moved down from Qi He's face inch by inch, from the boy's face to under his dantian.
Lin Zhi sighed: "I thought you would understand it when you get older, but it seems that's not the case."
He was indeed a little troubled. Compared to the quick glance he had seen three years ago, Qi He had grown up visibly.
Lin Zhi sat up from the bed, but he did not get out of bed and walk to Qi He, nor did he let Qi He get close to him. Instead, he said, "Go behind the screen."
Lin Zhi had no intention of teaching his apprentice how to solve the problem of getting up in the morning. If he did so, wouldn't it be him, the master, who would take action first in the future, causing the apprentice to lose control of his feelings?
Although he was very satisfied with Qi He's plan, Lin Zhi was not someone who would take the bait easily.
He also didn't plan to demonstrate to Qi He in other places. Even if he stepped on it, it would be a reward to his apprentice.
Then use sound. It is the most important and direct way for Qi He to communicate with the world since he became blind.
There is a screen between them, but it is enough to avoid suspicion.
Lin Zhi is not in a hurry to watch it. He will watch it when he has time.
Qi He's heart skipped a beat when he heard his master's order.
He had imagined the worst possible scenario where the master would kick him out or take him to find someone else, but he had not expected this to be the case.
Qi He walked behind the screen and swallowed unconsciously due to nervousness, with his Adam's apple sliding up and down.
Lin Zhi spoke, and the figure behind the screen followed suit stupidly. Lin Zhi smiled and said, "No need for that."
"Where is the blood circulation problem in your body? You don't need me to teach you, right?"
Qi He responded in a low voice and hesitated, "Master, what next?"
"Hold it gently. It's not Yunyue. It can't stand your tossing and turning."
Yunyue is a sword that Lin Zhi spent a lot of time and effort to have a famous craftsman forge for Qi He. Both the length, width, and patterns on it were made by Lin Zhi.
This weapon, which could be regarded as a divine weapon, took Lin Zhi a lot of effort in both materials and manpower, but the result satisfied him.
After so many years, the Yunyue Sword has remained as sharp as ever, without any damage or loss of edge.
Lin Zhi spoke the tricks and techniques in a calm tone, as if he was teaching the key points of practicing martial arts.
They have been master and apprentice for nine years, and this is the first time that Lin Zhi has passed on his experience to Qi He.
Those words about how to avoid snakes, insects, rats and ants do not count, and those about how to deal with situations do not count either. After all, Lin Zhi can say those words to Qi He, and to others, but this matter is different. It can only be shared between them as master and disciple.
Lin Zhi leaned against the bed and lazily told Qi He the method through the screen.
"You've practiced sword fighting for so many years that calluses have already appeared on your hands. Don't be too ruthless. You'll only hurt yourself."
"Tomorrow's competition will start with a melee in the ring, you can't make any mistakes here."
Lin Zhi's tone was teasing, as if he couldn't help laughing out loud when he thought of that scene.
The young man was not embarrassed or angry at his master's teasing. His lifeless eyes became even emptier and red from the heat. Beads of sweat hung from his chin, falling with a slight gasp.
Qi He's performance was awkward and clumsy, and he followed exactly what his master had taught him.
He was clearly a very talented person, but in front of his master, he always seemed to need to rely on and look up to him, so he was always obedient and docile, and never disobeyed.
The slightly rough fingers with sword calluses appear pale against the color, and the blue veins on the broad back of the hand are obvious.
The young man's voice of instruction was unhurried, with a hint of laziness from having just woken up in the morning, and it was somewhat different from his usual gentle voice.
Qi He thought of his master's hand. When they were in Chunyi, his master held his hand and led him away from that place of trouble.
After so many years, the master's hands are still as delicate, white and tender. After all, a Gu Master does not need to wield swords and guns, he only needs to deal with those poisonous insects.
But Qi He knew that there should be scars on the master's hands. Those were the marks left by feeding the poisonous insects. It's just that the master didn't like to keep those marks. It's not that he thought it was ugly, but he just didn't want people to know his identity, so he always used something to remove the scars.
Qi He had measured his master's hands carefully when he was young, every year, so he remembered them very clearly.
The master's voice was in his ears. Although there was a screen between them, Qi He felt as if his hand had become the master's hand.
The tip of his nose seemed to have the unique sweet fragrance of the master, as if the master was not sitting far away, but right in front of him.
The bold and foolish disciple did not hesitate to pour out his thoughts to the person he was closest to and respected the most outside the screen.
Lin Zhi stopped talking, assessed the situation, and played with the bell in his hand.
This silver bell used to drive the poisonous insects seems to have become a powerful tool for taming human souls.
At a certain moment, Lin Zhi suddenly spoke, her voice was exceptionally gentle, but her words were completely the opposite: "Hold tight."
Qi He subconsciously tightened his grip suddenly, falling into a dense web of intertwined senses.
The boy's mind went blank for a moment, with only his master's voice echoing in his mind.
My body temperature is usually low, but now my palms are burning hot.
Qi He seemed to be still in a dream, a little dazed.
His lips moved slightly, but no words came out.
The master's name lingered on the tip of his tongue, but when it reached his lips he swallowed it down.
Calling the master by his name is extremely disrespectful, and he abides by this point. However, he should not have thought of even more appalling disrespect, as it had already flashed through his mind several times.
"Go back and pack up. You have important things to do tomorrow, so make adjustments."
Lin Zhi had teased enough and gave gentle instructions.
Both his posture and tone were the same as usual, without any trace of the unnaturalness that comes from instructing a disciple.
It seemed that no matter what, he was just fulfilling his duties as a master.
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